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Sheere smiled app
rovingly and Ian was momentarily jealous of the spark that seemed to exist between the two siblings.
‘I still don’t understand,’ Ian objected. ‘What have the Phoenicians got to do with Calcutta?’
‘Queen Dido threw herself on a funeral pyre to appease the anger of the gods in Carthage,’ Sheere explained. ‘It’s the purifying power of fire. The Egyptians also had their own myth, about the phoenix.’
‘The myth of the firebird,’ Ben added.
‘Isn’t that the name of the military project Seth told us about?’ asked Ian.
His friend nodded.
‘This whole thing is starting to give me goosebumps,’ said Ian. ‘You aren’t seriously thinking of going inside? What are we going to do?’
Ben and Sheere exchanged a determined glance.
‘It’s very simple,’ Ben replied. ‘We’re going to open this door.’
THE LIBRARIAN’S EYELIDS WERE beginning to feel like slabs of marble as he faced the hundreds of documents in front of him. The vast sea of words and figures he had retrieved from Chandra Chatterghee’s files seemed to be performing a sinuous dance and murmuring a lullaby that was sending him to sleep.
‘I think we’d better leave this until tomorrow morning, lads,’ Mr de Rozio began.
Seth, who had been afraid he would say this for some time, surfaced immediately from his jumble of folders and gave him a pious smile.
‘Leave it, Mr de Rozio?’ he objected in a light-hearted tone. ‘Impossible! We can’t abandon this now.’
‘I’m only a few seconds away from collapsing over this table, son,’ replied Mr de Rozio. ‘And Shiva, in his infinite goodness, has granted me a weight, which, the last time I checked it, in February, was somewhere between two hundred and fifty and two hundred and sixty pounds. Do you know how much that is?’
Seth smiled jovially.
‘About a hundred and twenty kilos,’ he calculated.
‘Exactly,’ de Rozio confirmed. ‘Have you ever tried moving an adult who weighs a hundred and twenty kilos?’
Seth thought about it.
‘I have no recollection of such a thing, but—’
‘Just a minute!’ cried Michael from some invisible point behind the ring binders, boxes and piles of yellowing paper that filled the room. ‘I’ve found something.’
‘I hope it’s a pillow,’ protested de Rozio, raising his bulk.
Michael appeared from behind a column of dusty shelves carrying a box full of papers and stamped documents that had been discoloured by time. Seth raised his eyebrows, praying that the discovery would be worthwhile.
‘I think these are the court records for a murder trial,’ said Michael. ‘They were underneath a summons addressed to Chandra Chatterghee, the engineer.’
‘Jawahal’s trial?’ cried Seth excitedly.
‘Let me have a look,’ said de Rozio.
Michael deposited the box on the librarian’s desk, raising a cloud of dust that choked the cone of golden light projected by the electric lamp. The librarian’s plump fingers carefully flicked through the documents, his tiny eyes examining their contents. Seth watched de Rozio’s face, his heart in his mouth, waiting for some word or sign. De Rozio paused at a page that seemed to have a number of stamps on it and brought it closer to the light.
‘Well, well,’ he mumbled to himself.
‘What is it?’ begged Seth.
De Rozio looked up and gave a broad feline smile.
